AN- This will be my first time writing one of those old era type stories. Inspired by all the manga that has been taking place in med-evil times. Luckily, Sakura will still be able to use that little vulgar mouth of hers…and Gaara? Chh, if you can’t figure him out after the first line of this story then…nothing because I don’t want to insult my readers. Hehe?

Disclaimer Note – I AM MAKING AN ANNOUCEMENT! …we should make a … NARUTO KARATE SCHOOL!

“The Red Prince?”

“Yes Sakura-chan…for the millionth time.”

“But Oba-san I don’t understand why he is called the Red Prince…because he has red hair?”

A slap resounded through-out the room and amidst all the now turned faces was a young girl sporting her hand against her red cheek. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she looked at the older woman with fading trust. She lowered her head causing her pink bangs to cover her eyes.

“Oba-san…”

“You are never to speak of the Prince like that. Ever.”

The old woman’s voice shook as she yelled at the young girl.

“…and he is called the Red Prince because of all the blood he spills and for the red mark engraved in his forehead. A monster that can love only himself. Remember this Sakura…if someday you ever run across the Red Prince’s army then turn around and run away. That is all and if caught…pray Sakura-chan.”

The old woman’s eyes lowered with hidden tears as the young girl fled from the room, presumably to her favorite spot on the cliffs, watching the villagers below. She hadn’t meant to sound harsh…but if one of the spies heard…it could mean death, even to a six year old and she was all that was left of her family…someone like Sakura could not afford to have her life lost...she was the destined one.

Later that night as Sakura looked upon the villagers returning in for the night she made a promise.

A promise to someday free the country from the Red Prince’s rein…

10 Years Later

“APOCALYPSE!”

“Kiba…just shut up.”

Leaning over a piece of wool, with her lips puckered and tongue sticking slightly out, Sakura sewed together the broken ends.

“Ah Sakura-chan, why do you have to be so mean?”

“Because you’re an idiot,” was mumbled from the immersed girl.

Saying something intelligible and then looking to Sakura for a rise, he sighed when she didn’t even glance up, sorely disappointed he plopped down into a straw chair and grunted in surprise when he fell through.

“Damn it!”

“Done!”

Lifting her finished clothing she ran out of the tent, pausing only to smirk at the fallen Kiba.

“You’re going to pay for that…” drifted through Kiba’s ears as he kicked the broken chair.

“Shit!”

“OBA-SAN LOOK WHAT I MADE FOR YO…”

Kiba came running up behind her before stopping as well, they could only look at the scene in absolute awe, but that awe quickly turned into shock and horror because what they were facing was indeed their own smoke covered village.

“No!”

Snapping out of his trance Kiba quickly chased after Sakura hoping to somehow prevent her from getting herself killed. Gulping he prayed to whatever God listening that he too would be able to prevent himself from doing anything hasty.

“Oba-san! Yuki! Someone!...ANYONE!”

Sakura fell to her knees as she saw why no one has responded…in the center of what was once a spacious living room, not splendid but livable, were broken chairs, and the walls…the blood that painted them were a fresh rouge. Slowly, she forced her eyes to follow the handprints to the corner of the room, what were once bodies were only pieces now. Every now and then Sakura could make out an eye or a hand but the rest was unrecognizable.

“I-I…no…if I were here…”

“Sakura if you were here, you would have died too.”

Sakura looked at the now blurred figure of Kiba, the tears filling her eyes made the scene before her seem like a distant dream. This couldn’t be real…it couldn’t be…she would wake up…she would wake up and then…and then Oba-san would be yelling at her again for being lazy and worthless. She would laugh responding that at least she was good at something…then…and then…

Sakura began rocking back and forth, how can this be? Why would they attack a nothing village like this?

“Sakura we have to go, if there are still soldiers walking around then we will be killed.”

“Kiba…why would they attack us like this?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Kiba lowered his face but Sakura was too enraptured by the scene before her to notice. Her parents had already been killed by the Red Prince’s Army for rioting…but why did they have to take what was left…now she had no one.

Kiba, as if sensing what Sakura was thinking, lowered his hand on Sakura’s shoulder.

That’s right…Kiba is still here.

After searching for anyone that may have still been alive and only coming across more ghastly spectacles like the ones in the first room Sakura had come across, they left to the desert.

“We will head North Sakura, the Red Prince’s army is strongest in the West so we should be okay if we head this way.”

Sakura looked at Kiba dully and nodded her head. What did she care…

“Kiba…I will kill them…I will kill them all and overthrow the Red Prince. I will establish a new democratic rule…we will.”

Kiba stopped, startled. She had been quiet the whole time they were looking at dead bodies strewn across walls, floors... Even as they had packed what valuables they had left: food, clothing, and two swords. One sword for each of them even if Sakura did not know how to use one, except for basics.

“Sakura…are you serious?”

Kiba lowered his voice as if afraid he would break into pieces if he spoke anymore that day.

Eyes blazing she turned her head to look at him, “Of course I am serious! You idiot…you idiot…”

Tears spilled from her eyes as she began sobbing in earnest.

Of course she was serious.

And with that she fell to the ground sobbing while Kiba could only stare, the whole time he had not cried at all but finally a single tear slipped down his face.

Story Notes:

What era does this take place in? Well its a completely different universe thing going on, obviously.

Setting? Yes it really is a desert land.

Red Prince? You will find out in the next chapter, more about him.